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by vodka crimson and mascra Apr 18, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
How did I get these memories? This girl is a stranger to me And yet I see what happened to her I see her cry and plea This girl was murdered by a stranger Her aura covered with fear She screamed until her remaining breath And her final tear I hate to watch what happened to her But I cannot make it stop I know she is dead, that is for sure In my memory I see her drop And now her thoughts lead me here To a place that's cold and damp I look closer, and it is the morgue Lit by a single lamp The bodies are all lain out Each one has been uncovered She forces me to look at them Not one is undiscovered I look with horror at the bodies Every one has a story to tell I try not to listen to the silence of the room I force myself not to yell This girl has brought me here for a reason I know this for a fact I gaze at each lifeless body At the walls, all torn and cracked I start to leave this horrid place But something catches my eye One single door has yet to be opened She says look, and to not cry I slowly walk to the secret door My fear growing still The girl tells me not to be afraid Her wishes I am to fulfill I grab the handle and pull it open I look at the girl, not wanting to flee I understand why she brought me here For that dead little girl is me